DREAMER SCREAMS

This life won't let the dreamer have his dreams
It wakes him from the nightmare to his own screams
Fading into nonexistence the saying until death do we part
Selfish souls unwilling to give from the heart
The security of a full-time life long job
In a world looking for ways to profit off the working slob
Their own home impossible not because of supply or demand
But a price to own and maintain that very few can stand
Even health costs the ill often more than they own
So death becomes an expense our children will atone
Weekly wages less than it costs a person to live
Insurance, license, taxes and more to which we must give
Alcoholic drinks, drugs, and suicide all nightmarish ends
Nowhere to turn in the same position are our friends
A blind or selfish government out for its self it seems
Is it any wonder why the dreamer screams
Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood, and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

I realistic look at life, currently. The rhymes, job, slob, seem a bit unfair to those who actually manage to get a job. Perhaps, "mob", or "those they rob". But otherwise I thought the rhyming was unstilted and fun. I think we should all record our screams and send the tapes to the powers that be. I enjoyed you poem.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Sorry, I forgot the claps,
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. {:

[Bear]

Thank you for reviewing my work, my choice of wording was because they are common terms here in the states. I am a bit of a sesquipedalian when I talk because people expect it of me.

[Great Aunt Astri]

A whatie? I think you are right though, English and American are now virtually different languages.

[Bear]

Sorry a sesquipedalian is someone who uses big words often to impress others.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Oh, thank you. I must remember to use that word. And in American, what is a SLOB. Over here a slob is a bit of a dishevelled waster, who sits around doing nothing.

[Bear]

Someone who is poor and does manual labor to survive, the common man is the working slob

[Great Aunt Astri]

Oh, quite a different meaning! One has to be very careful, so easy to offend when there are different meanings!

[Petar Oklobdzija]

"so death becomes an expense our children will atone"
this had a double sided meaning to me and probably obvious to most. When you lose your parents they leave you everything both physically and spiritually. You become the most prominent version of them left on this world an inherit what they did or did not do over the course of their lives. Great piece, i enjoyed it.

[Bear]

Thank you for the great review, I will gladly return the read and review favor soon :~)

[Mr.Write]

Great poem, I felt every point made and I'm sure it resonated with all others who read it. I particularly like the resolution at the end, I don't see that very often in poems lately.

[Bear]

Thank you for the impressive review, I shall gladly return the read and review favor.

[Mr.Write]

Thank you; reviews come very rarely for me on this Site so I would greatly appreciate it.

[Bear]

I think you will find that people who write books or stories are a little insecure and hate to acknowledge other writers. Poets are not much better, for every 20 who read your work one may bother to leave a comment it is sad to say. With time and luck your work will win a following :~)

[ShadowWhysper]

Well done my friend, another great poem about the world we live in...

[Bear]

Thank you and if you look I changed it so good job looking out for me I love you to :~)

[Mr.Writer]

A poem filled with different emotions and humor to top it off Bear!
You balanced everything so well, it was really clear and I enjoyed reading this, as you also added reality!
Well done, keep it up!!

[Bear]

Thank you, I just hope it is not prophecy with the political out look the way it is now.

[Mr.Writer]

No problem Bear! :)
Yeah, no worries it isn't